Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 913: The human design is broken

Shen Xiaoyan was stunned, and said: "I have nothing to worry about, and I don't have any entanglements..."

The disheveled [Qi Lao] pointed at the people around the playing table with a red bamboo stick, and said, "Aren't they entangled?"

Shen Xiaoyan was puzzled.

"They come to beg you to forge a sword, and they have expectations of you. Whether they forge or not, there must be an explanation."

[Old Chess] took back his bamboo stick, took off the yellow gourd hanging from the end of the stick, unplugged it, a strange smell of wine came out, he opened his mouth to inhale, and a streak of orange-yellow wine came out of the gourd's mouth Being sucked out, he gulped and drank like no one else.

Shen Xiaoyan began to think on the spot.

He will think carefully about every word [Qi Lao] says.

For a long time, it seemed that he had realized something.

He got up silently and came to the chess table.

Shen Xiaoyan's eyes swept across the people present, and said slowly: "I haven't made a sword for many years, and my craftsmanship has long been unfamiliar. I feel uneasy because you have treated me so generously. I am grateful that you appreciate it. Today I am willing to let go. Open the furnace and cast a sword handle. You can tell me what reason you have. If you can convince me, this opportunity to cast a sword will belong to you."

The voice falls.

In the lobby of the restaurant, it was as if a boulder had been smashed into a calm lake, and the waves suddenly became rough.

"Master Shen, I have a reason, let me say first..."

"I come first, my reasons are urgent."

"Get out of the way, who dares to get ahead of me..."

The crowd was a little crazy, scrambling to be the first. Someone opened his mouth wide to say something, but was immediately covered by the people next to him. The fight became fierce, and even began to draw their swords.

The scene became chaotic.

Seeing this scene, Lin Beichen's handsome face tended to be ferocious.

The anger started from the heart.

Evil grows from the gallbladder.

Didn't every one of them die?

How dare you compete for the round in front of me [Corpse-Moving Maniac]?

As soon as he squeezed his fist, he was ready to kill everyone present.

"Everyone, calm down."

Shen Xiaoyan seemed to be used to such scenes.

He stood firmly on the playing table, stretched out his hand and pressed slowly, and said, "Don't worry everyone, everyone has a chance, talk one by one, and I will patiently wait for everyone to finish all the reasons , and then make the final selection."

After he said this, the boiling and chaotic lobby of the restaurant suddenly fell silent.

"Let's start with the friends at this table."

Shen Xiaoyan pointed to a table behind him.

There are eight people sitting on all sides of this table, and they should be divided into two groups according to their attire.

I got the chance to speak first

The expressions of the eight people were all very surprised.

Since everyone has a chance to speak, Master Shen will not make a decision until everyone has finished speaking, so the first person to speak does not seem to have any advantage, but rather suffers.

The eight people looked at each other and hesitated for a while.

The middle-aged man on the left, wearing a black and white animal skin armor, stood up and clasped his fists, and said in a loud voice: "I am the head of Xilenmen, who has admired Master Shen's reputation for a long time. I came to Baiyun City this time to invite Master Shen Forge a sword for my father. My father is quite famous in the Dagan Empire. His 100th birthday will be half a year later. I have been filial to my father since I was a child. I want to use this sword as a birthday gift. The material ore for casting swords I have already prepared, and I am willing to pay 1000 black stones as a reward..."

After speaking in one breath, the middle-aged man looked at Shen Xiaoyan with expectant eyes.

The latter smiled and nodded slowly after listening, and said, "Next."

Such a reaction raised hope in the heart of the head of the Xilengmen.

There are doors.

He chuckled.

But Lin Beichen couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

The head of the Sirengmen is gone.

Your father's birthday is none of Master Shen's business.

1000 profound stones are just a drizzle.

If you want to use the so-called filial piety to add profound stones, you talk to a sixth-grade craftsman, and secretly express that your father is famous in the Dagan Empire...does it work?

The road is narrow.

"Master Shen, I have a close friend who is the emperor of the Dark Kingdom. Before he died, he wanted to touch Master Shen's newly forged sword..."

Someone said loudly again.

When Lin Beichen heard this, he almost spit out another mouthful of tea.

Is this all right?

If the emperor of the dark country is really your best friend, I'm afraid he will beat your whole family to death.

Besides, this so-called gloomy country is little-known. It is a small country that is not even as good as the Beihai Empire. If you take out your Majesty the Emperor, it will be of no use.

Next, six or seven leaders of martial arts forces spoke one after another, telling the reasons for requesting the sword casting, and there were all kinds of arguments.

For example, to pursue a beloved woman for a beautiful love, hoping to get Master Shen's help...

For example, if you want to carry a good sword for your unborn wife...

It’s also like a master who is obsessed with swords pulls himself up. Now that he has cancer, he hopes to touch the sword made by Master Shen...

Lin Beichen seemed to see the book reviews of sand sculpture readers in his previous life, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Everyone is talented.

Sure enough, even the disheveled sackclothed [Old Chess] couldn't help laughing strangely, and sucked wildly at the mouth of the gourd, and the strong aroma of wine permeated the entire lobby of the restaurant.

But Shen Xiaoyan listened very well

Seriously.

No matter how absurd the reason, after listening to it, he would nod with a smile on his face.

Let every speaker feel that the reason he said seems to have reached the heart of this master swordsmith, and there is a great hope that he will be favored.

Finally, after the fifteenth person finished speaking, Shen Xiaoyan said slowly: "Everyone, just wait a moment, the old man needs to think about the reasons of the fifteen friends just now, everyone, please stay calm. Take a break, let's continue."

After speaking, he turned around and returned to the chessboard stone table, sat on the stone chair, closed his eyes and meditated.

Everyone in the hall looked at each other.

A moment later, more than a dozen shop waiters shuttled through the lobby with wine and food, and began to serve wine and food to each table.

"We don't have any order."

Someone said in surprise.

"Hey, my lord, it's Master Shen who treats the guests, adding wine and food to every good friend here, everyone who comes is a guest, please don't be polite..."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant came out to explain.

Everyone was overjoyed and felt that they had face.

"Thank you, Master Shen."

"Thank you, Master Shen."

"Haha, being invited to a drink by Master Shen once, I have enough bragging rights in my life."

"Yeah, I can play for a lifetime."

Many people said loudly.

I'm afraid that the voice won't reach Master Shen's ears.

"Fuck me."

Lin Beichen said disdainfully: "A group of licking dogs, licking is really ugly."

After finishing speaking, he also said in a loud voice: "Master Shen is worthy of being a role model for my younger generation, worthy of being the number one maker of wares in the Beihai Empire, and worthy of being the outstanding man of the human race. Hahaha, the wine invited by Master Shen is the best, and the dishes invited by Master Shen are really delicious..."

Countless eyes focused on Lin Beichen.

Gan.

This cold-blooded murderer who touches corpses is so shameless and unscrupulous?

Can you say something against your will?

This is not in line with your personality.

"You...you are Lin Beichen?"

A surprised female voice sounded.

Everyone followed the sound.

It is Hu Meier, the junior junior sister of 'Wenxiangjianfu'.

I saw her staring at Lin Beichen, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, with an expression like "I finally found you".

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Wake up early to send off the baby, finish writing a chapter, and take the old mother-in-law to the hospital to see a doctor.

Middle-aged people are really busy... a teenager like me is also busy.